“Fairly Certain” Meets “When Harry Met Sally”
My friend Bill and his wife were both showing horses in a Texas competition, one of their many friendly rivalries. Although Bill had one of the best performances of his …
My friend Bill and his wife were both showing horses in a Texas competition, one of their many friendly rivalries. Although Bill had one of the best performances of his …
If you have an eye-rolling teen, don’t be offended by the gesture. This is why. There is this interesting technique for creating calm from within, where you cast your eyes …
Darling Daughter: I just want to make sure that you and Daddy were aware that most likely I’m going to relocate to California after I graduate law school.
Waiting with my computer… and the older couple hunting for an umbrella substitute because she just got her hair done and doesn’t want to get it wet. Waiting with a young father with two school-age girls sitting on another patio set. He’s kind enough to show me the storm on his phone so we can watch it pass as we listen to it pound the roof. Apparently, my smart phone is smart enough to pull up the same images, but I’m not, so I rely on the kindness of strangers.
Three years later, I’m writing my first nonfiction book, How To Keep Your Daughter From Slamming the Door: An Awesome Mom Handbook, which will be out later this year. I considered my newest gem to be a complete departure from my previous YA books… or, so I thought until today when my comments to my fiction fan created an echo in my head.
I had kinda pictured this moment of intimacy differently. In the movies, pivotal moments such as The First Kiss Moment usually involved some sort of touching; you know, a cuddle, an arm draped over my shoulder, or at least hand-holding. They hardly ever involved scowling over folded arms.
The steady stream of passengers making their way to their airport departure gates suddenly breaks down into a series of eddies around which men swirl as the women are halted by one quavering word.
The steady stream of passengers making their way to their airport departure gates suddenly breaks down into a series of eddies around which men swirl as the women are halted by one quavering word.
“Papa?”
The young voice instantly brings nearby mothers of all ages, creeds, nationalities, and ethnicities to a state of alert so high, Homeland Security is jealous.
“Papa??” The little voice rises in pitch and volume, kicking into gear the auto-locator inherent to members of The Mom Tribe.
Having trouble with English? Of course you are. English is one convoluted confusing language, unlike the blissfully simplistic realm of Science. As a Wordsmith, and not as a Science cruncher, …